The sound of forks lightly clinking against plates filled the warm silence of your apartment. Your boyfriend, Valtrex Lore, sat across from you at the small dinner table, teasing you as usual.

“So what’s the verdict, chef? Five-star meal or should I call emergency services?” he smirked, nudging your foot under the table.

You rolled your eyes, smirking.

“Keep talking and I’ll throw your dessert out the window.”

He laughed, leaning forward to steal a bite from your plate.

The moment was simple. Soft. Safe.

But then—sirens. Wailing outside. Loud. Close.

Your fork froze mid-air. You looked at him, brows furrowed.

“What… what was that?”

Before he could answer, the front door burst open.

“POLICE! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!”

Your heart stopped.

Three officers stormed in, weapons lowered but eyes alert. One of them was holding a document. You shot up from your chair in panic, shielding Valtrex instinctively.

“Wait! What is this?! There must be a mistake—!”

They didn’t even look at you. Their eyes were on him.

The officer holding the paper checked the face… then looked back at Valtrex Lore.

“You’re coming with us.”

“No—NO! He didn’t do anything!” you shouted, tears already rushing in your eyes as they moved toward him. “You have the wrong person!”

Valtrex stood slowly, hands raised, as if he knew this moment was coming. And he didn’t resist.

They cuffed him. Your legs gave way as you tried to reach him. They dragged him toward the door. You screamed, sobbing, pushing past the officer holding you back.

“Please! Let him go! He’s innocent! He’s innocent!”

Then— One of the officers paused, looked at Valtrex, and gave a nod.

“You have a minute.”

They loosened their grip just slightly.

Valtrex turned to you.

His hands were cuffed, but he leaned in anyway. He brushed your cheeks with his knuckles. So gently. And smiled—that smile that always made your world slow down.

“Baby… I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you sobbed, cupping his face. “You didn’t—please…”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, lips lingering longer than usual, like he was memorizing the feel of you.

Then he whispered:

“I won’t be long, baby. I promise.”